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Chapter 7: missing people who hurt me / cry, i'll catch you

Chapter 7: missing people who hurt me / cry, i'll catch you

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"Tubbo."

"Mnn-"

"Tubbo. Wake up."

And he does.

Slowly. The Goat Kid hisses, blearily rubbing at tired eyes. The numbing haze of sleep lingers at the edges of his mind, and Tubbo struggles to be rid of it.

"Rah-boo?" he mumbles. His eyes adjust to the dark, and he meets those wide mismatched. "What?"

Ranboo's jaw parts and closes, as he struggles to find the right words. "Okay," he manages. With dread, Tubbo notes how much too awake he sounds, for how late it is. "So I just woke up, right?"

"...yeah?" Tubbo groans as he sits, on his bed. "You went out like a light after finishing all the pancakes. Which," he adds, "I'm going to be very upset about."

"Yeah, yeah," Ranboo waves it off. "Look- I think something's happened."

Tubbo stills. "What?" He pulls his knees, close to his chest - eyebrows furrowed, and breath caught at the back of his throat. "What do you mean?"

"I-" Ranboo steps back. He wrings his hands, anxiously - before jerking his head to the window. "The- The Sun's gone."

Tubbo blinks. Again, slower.

He groans, dropping his head into his hands. "Oh no," says he. "Not again."

"What?" Ranboo shifts. "I- Again?"

"Yeah," Tubbo sighs, weary. "Every so often the Sun decides to fuck off. Dunno why it keeps running away like that. Help me wrangle it back, why don't you?"

"I can't wrangle the Sun!"

"No, of course not." His tone shifts, as he drops the bit. He stares, unimpressed. "It's just nighttime, Boo. The sun probably set while you were asleep."

Ranboo stares at him. Slowly, he steps back, sitting down on his mattress - shoved on the floor, for until Phil found a proper bed.

"So..." Ranboo furrows his eyebrows. "I don't have to wrangle the sun?"

Tubbo rubs at the bridge of his nose. "No. "

"...are you sure?"

"Yes! I'm really fucking-"

"Oi." Tommy shifts awake. He takes a pillow from underneath his head, chucking it at Tubbo's own - hitting his mark, with a heavy thwump. "Take your arguing elsewhere."

Tubbo grumbles. He picks the pillow up, tempted to throw it back to the Golden Boy.

But Tommy's already turning away, drifting back to sleep in the span of half a second - muttering under his breath.

Tubbo harrumphs, and throws the pillow at Ranboo instead. "Well, now I'm awake," says he, grumpily. "Happy?"

And Ranboo, the bastard, gives him a puppy grin. "Yep." He holds the pillow close to his chest, hugging. "Why does the sun even disappear? What's the point of it coming out in the first place?"

Tubbo shrugs. "If the Sun wants to come out, then let them come out. Be supportive."

"Don't twist my words." Ranboo sticks his tongue out. His wings ruffle behind him. "You know what I mean."

Then he pauses. "...is the Sun actually coming out?"

"Oh my god-" Tubbo groans. He flops back onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. "The Sun's not going to come out. It's not like, a person. Phil says it's a star."